It lay  in a corner by the road
rudderless ,directionless
at the mercy of the wind
blowing across the crowded street
not for long though
grabbed  mercilessly and repeatedly
thumped  on a wall or  an electric pole
or at the show window of a swanky shop
till it would slide down
to the ground with a thankful sigh
wrinkled and paled with age
some signs of life still there perhaps
for it would vaguely remember  
the tree that was family
not so long ago
when on that fateful
turbulent and stormy morning
it was snapped away
by the ruthless unrelenting wind
leaving behind it's compatriots
sad and wary
then by a stroke of destiny
a heavy foot demolished it
Into a hundred pieces
blown away by the dancing wind
into a whirlpool of dust  spreading it
far and wide
as I ponder over this drama of  life
I am reminded of
the profound biblical lines
for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return